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Shame Nation CitizenI don't know what the purpose of these soup cans are on the stairs. I'm thinking maybe we're going off the grid, and my husband is making a soup can phone. Or maybe, he can't remember where the trash can is. I'm going with that option. Shame Nation CitizenThat's a lovely pair of undies you have. But why are they on the end table? Were you butt-buffing the table? Dragging your bare ass across the floor? I really don't understand why a random pair of underwear is on the table under any circumstance. SHOW THE RECIEPTS ON YOUR FAVORITE SLOBS: crackwisemag@gmail.com Shame Nation Citizen
There's a lot going on here. Tools. Boxes. Prescriptions. I've seen this on Dateline NBC. Or documentaries about serial killers. So, I might be living with Ted Bundy, or a slob. At least all this crap is in one area. An area that happens to be the pathway to the kitchen.
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My husband left these water bottle caps by the coffee maker. Does he want me to wash them? Is he saving these as nipple covers? Or is he most likely too lazy to take the 5 steps to the trash can to throw these away? Or maybe a fairy needs to sip some water and these are for her. Sigh.
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My husband needed some extra strength cream for his dry hands. I gave this to him. But why is he keeping his cream on the kitchen table? Is it for his hands, or is this a strange condiment that I've not heard of?
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I want to praise the person who felt so kind as to try to find this glove's partner. But I'm just getting some creepy OJ vibes. Wouldn't you just leave the glove on the ground and assume it was used in a crime, and then run while you still could?
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My husband walked by this coffee filter several times, but is apparently blind. Or waiting for me to pick it up, which I did. But maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Perhaps this filter was trying to escape its fate and was on its way out the door when I caught it. Or, my husband is a slob. Or hanging with a Mennonite.
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My spouse always "reminds" me to make sure the door snakes are against the door so the heat/AC doesn't escape. Well, guess who doesn't usually remember to snake the door? You got it! And guess what makes a great tripping device-- for me?
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I really don't know what's going on here. My husband's comfy pants tossed on the end table with a glass of water. If he were too hot for his pants, then drink the water to cool down! Or were his pants actually thirsty? Or on fire...
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This is my husband. Kudos for remembering to actually use a Q-tip to clean your ears. But the trash can is literally right there. Oh, why don't you clean you ears in your own bathroom. Perhaps he was just leaving me a tip.
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As an experiment, I left this mail where I found it-- just to see how long it would take for anyone else in the household to pick it up. It sat here. For days. Until I picked it up. As usual.
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